| I've been crazy for a long time
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| From your scenes all precipitated
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| Baby, it's important for you to be in trend
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| I want part to reach the addressee, yes
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| I fired you in the tape
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| Against the backdrop of an expensive facade
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| Sent to * uy somehow in the moment
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| The boys said "beautiful"
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| I thought I would not meet again
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| In other bixes your echo
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| With absinthe, the viscous gift of speech became
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| And the philosopher turned on
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| They drowned me
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| In a drunken and excessive gloss
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| I began to see you, bitch
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| In the face of every nipple I take off
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| I will turn the tide of paranoia
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| Diving again into the depths of these shots
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| Under a couple of notes on the bar to zero
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| On the bar to zero - we'll see you tomorrow
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| I will turn the tide of paranoia
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| Diving again into the depths of these shots
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| Under a couple of notes on the bar to zero
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| On the bar to zero - we'll see you tomorrow
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| Paranoia move, paranoia move
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| Stroke of paranoia
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| Paranoia move, paranoia move
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| Stroke of paranoia
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| I did not earn on Cayenne,
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| But my heart, bitch, fireplace,
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| But your heart, bitch, is a stone
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| And our finale, alas, with bags
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| I hung out in a bar for days
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| Pictures are woven in kumara
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| Like on the other, in fact - everything is past
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| After all, not one somehow hooked
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| I will remember a hundred times
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| And I will fire your damn stories
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| Look for something in social spaces
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| Something similar to that image
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| Treatment with * ksom, like an anti-stress
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| Exhale, inhale, well, baby, thanks
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| Hiding with an umbrella
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| A glass in your teeth, see you tomorrow
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| I will turn the tide of paranoia
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| Diving again into the depths of these shots
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| Under a couple of notes on the bar to zero
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| On the bar to zero - we'll see you tomorrow
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| I will turn the tide of paranoia
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| Diving again into the depths of these shots
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| Under a couple of notes on the bar to zero
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| On the bar to zero - we'll see you tomorrow |